i could write every poem
listening to joni mitchell songs
'a case of you' playing
like a winter long ago
up there in the east of lansing
trying not to fall in love
and trying to be brilliant
failing at both
kicking back...
thinking and writing
sipping a cup of mesmer
icing on the cake of this day
wondering what canada
i might have lived in musing
‘bout trying to live at living
you make everything better
and angstful at the same time
you make poems just ooze
out of my natural self
what can i say but...
thanks
